Novelas y relatos de Captain Rogers

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

"Have a good night, sir." Hayden said nothing as he drove through the gate. He looked back to see the guard he liked poking the other one in the chest as he yelled at him. Hayden chuckled and needed to remember to tell the Alpha about the brutish guard and his condescending attitude. He had no doubt that Alpha Tate did not want someone like him to be the first impression people were given of Silver Moon. Alpha Tate was waiting on the porch as Hayden parked in front of the pack house and got out of the SUV. Tate was already running down the steps to greet Hayden.

In Chaos Land, where strength alone ruled, his strength as a mid-Tiger Rank was really not enough. If they were not getting money from him, his position would have been seized long ago. “Deputy Captain Shaw, when will the captain arrive? Won’t we be courting death if we’re the only ones attacking Dark Cape? Tyrant can defeat us all by himself. Otherwise, you can give us the rest of the money and we will just disband right here,” said one of the leaders of the small team. “Yeah! Hurry up and give us the rest of the money in one go. Then, we can leave.”

He was sizing up the American wolves, his head defiantly high, he was the ultimate King of the werewolves after all. “You have a rogue accompanying you today?” his question was simply that, however I saw the other two wolves drop their heads submissively, not really wanting to enlighten the situation or association with the captain, and honestly this intrigued me. Boldly, and courageously, the rogue Capitan took a step forward and extended his hand to the King. “Captain Ryder Reed, US Marines, at your service, your majesty.” Alpha Ethan accepted his hand, as the young man cordially bowed over his hand. Ethan raised his eyebrows and I saw his thick mustache twitch.

Captain Logan said. “Good morning Chief Vincent and Captain Logan, I came here to thank both of you for repairing my Buster Sword. Words cannot express how much grateful I am.” Jin replied. [Captain Logan, a tall, brown-skinned, bald, muscular and bearded man, who is the assigned Captain of the Salvaging Division, he is also the only student of Commander Rick.] “How was your sleep young fella? Did you eat already?” Chief Vincent asked Jin.

Captain O said clearly already loosing his cool this time as his expression twisted in a very unreal way. The question came out sharper and more forceful as the frustration was becoming visible now, thick vain became visible on his head as his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened while his hands slowly clenched. “I am the great Captain O, the only one who kissed death goodbye, the grim reaper and the only solution to life's journey on earth.” The declaration echoed throughout the hall forcing several Bratva soldiers to immediately straighten their postures as pride filled their expressions because to them, Captain O was more than a commander, he was a legend, a symbo and a weapon that had protec

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

For a second, I thought he’d call me out, ask the one question I didn’t want to answer. But then his expression shifted, and he immediately understood. He exhaled quietly and stepped back. “He needs to get some rest. It will be terrible if our captain falls sick,” he said. He knows I’m lying. Of course he does. Daniel always noticed more than he let on. Mr. Rogers, on the other hand, didn’t step back. He moved closer to me instead. “How bad is it?” he asked, with furrowed brows. His hand hovered near my arm like he was debating whether to touch me.

The Captain chuckled, "Really? Well, that's quite a big rodent to deal with." "I think he might be coming for you," the other line mentioned. The Captain squinted as she realizes something. "Ah! It's a bad thing I am on vacation right now, I don't want to deal with some kind of rodents, would you be able to catch 'em?" Blanche heard the other line heave a sigh, "You're quite irritating, y'know?"